A Wish to Grab Happiness

Operating room present within the Great Wall. That was the floor for this one.

On the seat is Mattia, the brain of the crest religion, in its vicinity Ralgud Ann, a few key crest figures. After that, Kalia has a fialert and I'm not sure, but I'm sitting in the last seat.

And later, we talked about a messenger coming from Gaza.

"- What is it, Rugis? Are you trying to tell me you forgot my face? Though you look weird for a long time."

Yes, a deafening voice echoed the floor.

Naturally. Rather, not only me, but the majority of people here distort that look. Instead, fewer people are flat looking at her.

Sitting next to Mattia is an undisputed, crest federation, a being that now unites Gaza. Finn Eldis. It must have been the princess of the elf we had temporarily together in Gaza, no. Now you mean the queen?

Of course, I think it would be more laborious to send a messenger from Gaza to this point, but it would also not be so easy for the culmination of a normal country to go to meetings of other forces. Besides, how far do you think it is from Gaza? Is it still something that can fly the phantom so easily?

"Nevertheless, it is decided earlier that the culmination comes than as an ally. As is often the case, it would be a hassle to exchange messengers more than once."

With that said, Kalia seems very uninterested, shaking herself up to me.

That's true. In exchanges between the great powers, many things pop up that cannot be determined by the presence of an apostle.

Every time, the messenger receives instructions to return to the country and travels to another country again, he has to do something stupid.

Whatever, if it's the king's word, it can't just be magic to communicate.

To the righteous sealing wax, the liturgy that causes the apostle to kneel. Every one of them gets tough enough to go up there. Anyway, it seems that such a stage is important for the upper class.

"As much as I ever bothered to put out messengers to protect each other's dignity in my homeland. It won't go away. You know, I don't like that kind of futility or condensed stuff."

Speak like a pioneer as Fialert puts his hand on my right shoulder.

I see, so is Kalia, but the house of Fialert itself is certainly supposed to be an upper-class family. Neither is that kind of interaction strange to have inside. As far as I'm concerned, we're talking too much about a long way from home, and I don't get the feeling and the feeling at all. Whatever it is, it's not a bad thing to be early.

"Thank you, too, from me. Finn Eldis. I'm glad you're here soon."

Mattia, with all due respect, says the words. That attitude is so much the same that even a sigh is likely to come out.

Looking at it that way, none of the guys at this meeting and he seemed to grow up well. Someone like me can attend even though it's the last seat, or the back of my chest unwittingly twists to agitation.

Thankful Eldis similarly gave thanks, smiling like a wave on her lips.

"Virgin Mattia. We in Gaza will never forget our intimacy with the Crest. Let's swear to join forces... but let's not get too hard. If you're being polite, tell me you can't."

I feel indoor tension slowly unraveling to the extent of Erdis' flair not to be rude. Apparently, Anne and the crest representatives around her were more nervous than we were. I can't help it, I bet a lot of people are new to seeing elves.

Whatever it is, if it's a meeting, you just have to start early at the meeting.

I don't give a big mouth. Strategies, for example, are my mouth and I have a limited range. Rather, I doubt there's anything I can do.

Unexpectedly, he narrowed his eyes as he put his elbow on the table. When you look forward, you don't know, and you gaze at Eldis.

As soon as I got there, the blue-eye distorted in a grumpy way.

"What are you doing there? Come on."

Ha. What, talk about it.

Eldis' abrupt words stain the faces of the surrounding faces with tension again, rather than confusion. I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Of course, so am I.

But I'm the one with the clear eye. The surrounding gaze gathers up on me one by one so that I can follow it. It's Mattia's, and so is Kalia's and Fialert's, including.

"... Rugis, you come on, you must be my knight. Then I wonder if it would be better to refrain from being next to my master when he arrives. Now I'm pushing my grievances to kill you, and I'm forgiving you your freedom."

Like a rush, Eldis' words.

At that time, I felt that the air had mass.

No, maybe it was because Karia's arm, wrapped around her left arm, and Fialert's hand, placed on her right shoulder, were telling her pain to tighten each one. No, I'm sorry about the pain. This will break if you do it badly.

Move your gaze slightly to see what's going on around you. Unexpectedly, my eyebrows jump.

Karia has a full smile as she peeks into this face, but I can see its cheeks sticking. Given her character, it's strange not to take any action here and now.

On the other hand, when it comes to fialerts, there is light liquid floating at the edge of their black eyes. The cub, his shoulder gripped hard.

The eyes present around me, the gaze, are pointing this way. For some reason, even Virgin Mattia reinforced that gaze, as if she were pointing a contempt gaze at it. I wish it was my mistake if I could.

For a few seconds, the space continues, and the boulder becomes unbearable, opening its hardened lips.

"Hey, well... you know what? I..."

"-Arre? Are you also a verse that comes to mind, yes?

The moment his lips opened, he was forced to close them.

Karia opens her eyes from a full grin and eats away the edge of my words. I see, nothing. Smiling didn't mean tolerance. Rather, it was something more, viciously willed.

Make sure you ask for a help ship and return your gaze to Eldis. The point is, if Erdis could withdraw the word or rephrase it, the place should fit in first. Of course, it must be a snuff on the spot.

Eldis blinked her long eyelashes lightly as she glanced at her, and she grinned as if she had drawn a thin line to her face.

That way, he doesn't say a word as it is, and he pierces his silence. I don't have anything to say from myself. But as I say out loud.

Heavy air made me feel more pressurized. What the hell is this?

On closer thought, this would be the first time in this era that the vast majority of the members of Kalia, Fialert, Erdis and the time of the former journey of salvation have gathered in one place.

But. When I was traveling once, I had never seen such a heavy pressure, or something called air, hold people down so much.

It doesn't mean I wasn't the only one who noticed the boulder at the time. I could say I was the only one who was rather close to oppression or persecution. There should be no mistake in saying that the party was basically full of interactions.

But what's the situation now? How can this be happening when the same thing is just happening as it once was?

Of course, it's not Hert Stanley who's here, it's just me, I guess, for one reason.

But is that the only reason to fulfill it? Am I still stepping down the wrong path to do something wrong? Even now, the troubles salivate and pour down his throat. My throat rattled.

"... uh. also, i'm sorry. We're pressing for time, so why don't we just move on to the agenda first?"

The gaze that was directed at me turned to Largud Ann, the facilitator. Tingling, Ann's shoulders jump and her eyes round.

A moment, silence. Thoughts overlapped among the attendees, and there was such a feeling as running around in the air.

"... right. Finn Eldis. Is that okay now?"

Eldis snorts, stiffly, as she holds one eye up to words like those twisted out of Mattia's forced back of her throat. I'll get some time later, adding that. Using that word as an opportunity, the ambient air eases slightly. Although it included strange tensions.

On the other hand, the pressure on my left arm and right shoulder wasn't loose at all. Instead, it's increasing its pressure, and it's kind of tightening me up as a spokesperson for Kalia and Fialert.

Tastes bad. Very bad. I can't even look at the incandescent gaps in the meeting and leave this place.

"Well, let's change it. This time, I am delighted that an alliance has been successfully formed between the national aerial garden of Elf, Gaza, and our crest religion. From this, then - the guiding principles that our alliance should lay down. I will propose the details as the first agenda."

Ann's words echoed on the floor as she hid the tremor so as to jump all the heavy pressure.